For Your Eyes Only (But Keep 'em Closed.)

MISSION REPORT
An attempt was made to meet twith the Entity and reach a reasonable discourrse. Unfortunately, I believe I died in the endavour.
The secondary objective of the operation was to find and exterminate the demon at the disclosed location with Holy Water.
That too was met with failur. Aooaretbtky ut was bit a denibm si Giky Water dud bib=t wirj,'
As a result, I died. At least, I'm pretty sure I did, and I'm usually pretty good about these things.
Anyways, I apologize, but I will be unable to come into work tomorrow morning, because I am dead.
I cannot stress this enouhg.
I fucking died, God damn it. That's right, I'm taking His name in vain.
BECAUSE I'M FUCKING DEAD.
This is bullshit. Anyways, so, the Entity. II don't think it's a ghost. I can't prove it, but I have a theory that it is something else entirely.
I won't be able to test this ttheory though. Right. Because I fucking died. Fuck.
Maybe I could get a promotion? Or something so my next of kin aren't completely FUCKED by the fact that I died?
I'm sorry. I'm just having trouble moving past this. I guess that's what happens when you die.
I realize I'm sounding like a broken reacord. Ha. Broken. About the same as dying, but for a recor, isn't it?
The part about this that bothers me the mot?Nobodt is even gonna see this. I'm making this log mentally, For FUCK'S sake.
That's how devoted I was.
Plus, it helps stave off the boredom I guess.
I can't see anything anymore anyways. It's too damned dark. And not even because I died.
That shadowy bastard just left me here in this dark black area of I dunnowhatthefuck but something. I'd like to see what the fuck I'm in or where the fuck I really am.
But to be honest, a part of me is really glaf for the darkness. Not to sound like some kinda edgy teen, but I'm fairly certain that right before hte lights went out, I made eye contact with... ah it makes me shuffer just to think about it. Christ.
I know I can still feel those holes though. But it's a strange feeling. At the same time I can feel them, running my hands over my arms also gets a mote smooth responde as though they're not there.
But maybe it's miy mind trying to block it out.
The longing is there all the same though. Perhaps it's just human nature. Needing SOMETHING to help you move past the fuact that I'm fucking dead.

What I would give for some light...
-Fritz Smht